Leave Him, Make This Real
by niomi-4-love
Summary: Full summary inside. Fast paced Dramione oneshot. Could be more depending on reviews. 10 good reviews   more chapters. Please R&R!
1. Leave Him, Make This Real

Leave Him, Make This Real: Hermione is in a one way relationship with Ron. She loves him, and he acts like he cares. Hermione is ready to take their relationship to the next level, but Ron keeps refusing even though she has expressed she is fully ready for it. But Ron has a secret that can't keep her mouth shut. Even though Hermione has tried to deny that it's really happening, it's killing her inside, and now Draco Malfoy wants to make it all better, and Hermione discovers her true feelings.

Fast paced. Rated M for sexual content and language. Future chapters possible.

**Hermione's POV:**

It was well past curfew and Hermione knew that if anyone saw her she would lose her Head Girl title for sure. But as she thought it over she came to the conclusion that it may be well worth losing her position after the night she'd spent with Ron. She was so sure she was in love with him. Tonight he had taken her down by the lake under Harry's invisibility cloak and they spent hours talking and making out. Of course she was a little flustered by Ron's resistance to go any further when she was so ready.

When she had come to the portrait to the Head's dorm, she was pulled away from her thoughts abruptly by the music she heard coming from behind the portrait. She immediately recognized the song; it was 'Iris' from the Goo Goo Dolls. She loved that song. Being the nosy person that she was, she said the password and slowly opened the portrait and sneaked in. She could see Malfoy lying on the couch in front of the fire place with his arms behind his head and his eyes closed. Thinking that maybe he was sleeping she tried to tip toe across the room. As she reached the end of the couch, she heard him speak.

"Another late night Granger?" He asked in a smooth tone, surprisingly not cocky.

"Yes." She simply answered back as she relaxed and looked from him to the fire. "You have another one too?"

"Yeah," he said with a chuckle. "Damned girl refused to leave this time." He said as he sat up with his back against the arm of the couch and his steely eyes bearing into her. She could feel him staring at her so she looked back at him. She suddenly became aware of her appearance and tried her best to flatten her hair.

"So Weasel-Bee finally gave in did he?" Malfoy asked with a smirk.

"What are you on about Malfoy?" Hermione was getting aggravated now and just wanted to get to bed.

"I'll take that as a no." he said as he flicked his wand and lowered the volume of the music playing from an unseen source in the room. "I over-heard you telling his sister how you're so ready to take it to the next level and how he always refuses." Malfoy said in a conversational tone.

"That's none of your business Malfoy!" she yelled at him angrily. She was headed for the stairs when she felt a hand wrap around her wrist.

"Granger," he said as he looked up at her from the couch, "I know why he's been refusing. I know you won't believe me, but I will tell you if you want me to." He offered.

"Why Malfoy? So you can make my life more miserable than you already have? Is that what you're really doing down here at night, concocting ways to torture me to no end?" She said as tears welled up in her eyes. She pulled her wrist from his grip and tried once again to stomp away from him. But she hadn't made it very far when she felt his arms wrap around her waist. This made her freeze instantly. His arms and hands around her were surprisingly warm and comforting.

"Hermione." He whispered in her ear. "Just let me help. Please." He pleaded with her.

She turned around carefully as to not break his hold on her; she was enjoying it too much to break away. "Why?" she asked in a whisper.

"Because," he started, "weather you believe it or not, I care." He said as he laid his head against her's and breathed in the warm lavender and vanilla smell of her hair.

Hermione contemplated his statement for a moment before saying anything. She had known all along why Ron was refusing her, she had just been hoping it wasn't true. But now she had someone who was willing to confirm her belief about the situation.

"You don't have to care Malfoy. I know he's been sleeping with Lavender." She said as she looked down at her hands between them.

"How did you find out?" he asked.

"She was sitting behind me in Potions telling Pavarti about it. I just acted like I didn't hear anything. When I asked Ron if it was true he denied it. I wanted to believe him so badly that for once I didn't inquire any further about it. I thought that he was so in love with me that he would just stop and come to me instead, but he won't. He goes to her every night after I leave." The tears were falling now and she couldn't stop them. She felt like such a fool.

"I'm sorry." He whispered to her.

There was a comfortable silence between them as Hermione cried and the music in the background repeated itself. As Hermione's crying turned into quiet sniffling, Malfoy slowly pulled his arms from around her.

"You should get some sleep. If you want to talk tomorrow, I'll be here all day." He said with a small smile and let his hands linger on her hips for just a moment more.

"Ok." She said with a sigh as she wiped the tears from her cheeks and dried her eyes. "Thank you Draco." She turned and walked up the stairs the led to her room.

**Draco's POV:**

Draco stood at the bottom of the stairs and watched as Hermione disappeared around the corner. He couldn't fathom why he had been feeling the way he was lately, but being honest with himself, it was a relief to finally feel something other than anger or lust towards someone. And if was being really honest with himself, he's always kinda felt this way about Hermione. He'd always felt like he had to protect her. That really was the only reason he'd ever hurt her, he was just trying to keep her at a distance so there was no chance of her coming into his world and getting hurt. But now there was a whole new monster he had to and wanted to protect her from. Ronald Weasley.

Draco walked back over to the couch and resumed the position he had been in when she had tried to sneak into the room. He turned the music back up just a couple of notches to keep from disturbing her, and to be able to hear it again. Maybe it was just the song that was making him feel extra sentimental tonight, or maybe it was the look on her face when he told her he knew what was happening. Whatever it was that caused it really didn't matter anymore, now he just had to fix it all for her.

"Why do I care so much?" he asked himself aloud. Getting no answer from the emptiness of the room, he drifted off to sleep.

The sun was shining brightly through the common room windows the next morning. The brightness had wakened Draco. As his feet touch the cold stone floor, he shivered. He got up from the couch and walked over to the window to stare out at the horizon. He was thinking over the events of the night before when a noise behind him pulled him from his trance. He turned to see Hermione disappearing into the small kitchenette that they shared. 'She's up early, even for her.' He thought to himself as he too walked to the kitchenette.

"Good morning." He said, sleep thickly coating his voice.

"Good morning." Hermione said tiredly, without looking back at him.

Deciding that maybe she didn't want to talk, Draco reached for a glass from the cabinet and filled it with cool water and sipped it as he leaned against the counter and watched Hermione and she went about preparing something for her to eat. The silence had gone on long enough and he had to say something.

"Mind if I join you for breakfast?" he asked her.

"No, I don't mind." She said as she looked back at him and quickly looked back to what she was doing.

"Why won't you just let a house elf prepare the food for you?" he asked without thinking. He knew damn well how she felt about the treatment of the elves.

"Because there's a feeling of accomplishment in doing it yourself." She said without scolding him.

"I see." He said as he manually pulled a couple of plates from the cabinets, and forks from the drawers. He walked gingerly from the kitchenette and set the small table that they usually used for studying. He went back to the kitchen and poured them both a glass of orange juice. "There really is a feeling of accomplishment isn't there." He said with a smile as he put away the orange juice and took the cups to the table and sat down.

Hermione came out of the kitchen a few moments later with two plates in her hands one filled with bacon and sausage, the other with eggs and biscuits. She sat them in the middle of the table and sat down and began to serve herself without speaking. She began eating quietly.

"Hermione, you haven't said more than three things since you came down. Is something wrong?" Draco asked in a worried tone as he prepared his plate.

She looked at him then with a small kind smile and said, "No, nothing is wrong. I'm just trying to figure out if last night was some kind of dream that I have to figure out, or if it was all real. The music sounded real, the heat from the fire and the warmth of you're ….." she stopped there and looked back at her plate and continued to eat.

Draco watched her for a moment before finishing her sentence. "The warmth of my arms around you." He watched as she looked up at him in slight surprise. "Do you want it to be real?" he asked cautiously.

"Some of it." She admitted as she stared back at him.

Draco abandoned the rest of his food then and walked over to her. He held his hand out and waited for her grab it. When she did, he pulled her up from her seat and pulled her into his arms.

"Tell me," he started, "do you want this to be real?"

"Yes." She said breathlessly.

He leaned in closer to her, his lips just centimeters from her's. "And what about this? Do you want this to be real, for me to kiss you?" He asked, now breathless himself. He was so close to her, and as hard as he tried not to compromise her judgment and pull away, he couldn't.

"Yes." She whispered in a dreamlike voice. "I want you to kiss me. Kiss away all of my problems, all of my fears. I want this to be real." She continued as she brushed her lips lightly across his and closed her eyes.

Draco tightened his grip on her and pushed his lips firmly against her's. She smelled and tasted so good, like a lavender field in springtime. And when she moaned against his lips, he came undone then. He was madly in love with her.

**Hermione's POV:**

It had to be a dream, all of it just a long continuous dream. But it all felt so real and so right. How would she ever explain this to her friends, to Ron for that fact? So what if he had been cheating on her all along and denying it all, she still felt she owed him an explanation for this. But then again, it wasn't like he would actually find out, he wasn't there watching it all happen. Pushing Ron from her thoughts, she melted into the kiss. Merlin did it feel so good and right. It didn't feel like this with Ron or Victor. This kiss made her feel loved and wanted, and so did the hands that were roaming all over her body that was covered only by shorts, and tank top and a loosely tied robe.

Draco lifted her from the floor then without breaking their kiss, and instinctively, Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist. Slowly he carried her over to the couch as he kissed down her neck to her collar bone. Gently he laid her on the couch and positioned himself comfortably between her legs. He continued to torture her with his lips all over her. He kissed a trail up to her left ear, and there he stopped.

"Leave him." He whispered huskily in her ear. When she didn't respond, he continued. "Leave him for me. I'll treat you so much better." He promised her.

She turned her head so that she was looking him straight in the eyes. His eyes were so beautiful, and they held a warmth then she had never seen there before. "Draco, I can't." she said apologetically.

Draco sighed in defeat then. "I know that git has hurt you, but two wrongs don't make a right. You can't do to him what he's doing to you Hermione, it will only hurt you more." He whispered as he brushed his lips against her ear. She shivered then and closed her eyes. She knew Draco was right, but she wanted him so much, just this one time that she didn't want to think of Ron or what the consequences might be if Ron were to find out.

"Please Hermione, leave him. If not for me, do it for yourself. At least that way I would know you're not being hurt in a way that I can't do anything about it." He pleaded with her. As he was talking, he let his hands roam her body and they found their way to the tie that was keeping her robe closed.

"Ok." She said with a content sigh. "Just not right now. Right now, just make this real." She said as she ran her hands through his platinum hair.

**Draco's POV:**

Finally, something he could work with. He wanted her, and he knew she wanted him, but he was reluctant to share with Weasley and let him hurt her even more. He pushed all those thoughts from his head then and tended to Hermione with a smile. He grabbed his wand from the table beside the couch and flicked it once and right away music filled the room. One of his favorites of course, 'As Long As You Love Me' by the Backstreet Boys. He decided then that all he would play would be his favorite Backstreet Boys songs, and next would be 'All I Have to Give' and then his very favorite, 'I Wish I May'.

As the music played, Draco hummed along with it as he untied her silky, chocolate brown robe and kissed a trail from below her ear to the top of her shirt. He kissed his way back up and whispered the next verse to her as he slid the robe off her shoulders and down her arms.

_'I've tried to hide it so that no one knows, but I guess it shows when you look into my eyes_

_What you did and where you're coming from, I don't care, as long as you love me baby'_

Draco pulled away from Hermione then and sat up on his knees and pulled his white tank up and over his head. He laid his body back over her's then. He shivered as she lightly clawed his back, leaving pink lines down his back. "I'll make this as real as you want." He said as he sat up and pulled her up with him. He discarded her robe completely, dropping it to the floor, and then pulled her pink tank top up over her head, leaving her in her shorts and black lacey bra.

"I want it to be very real." She told him as she reached for the button on his pants. She undid the one button swiftly and pulled the zipper down. She slowly slid his pants down to his knees. He stopped her then and made her lay back down. He grabbed her shorts at the waist band and pulled them all the way down her legs, exposing her matching thong. "You are so beautiful." He said as he laid over her and kicked his pants off the rest of the way, leaving him in his black silky boxers. He reached behind her slowly and undid her bra, then slowly slid it completely off of her and dropped it to the floor with the rest of their clothes.

He bent his head slightly, supporting himself on one elbow; he took a fully erect nipple into his mouth, and lightly massaged the other breast with his free hand. When he did this, he heard a loud intake of breath from Hermione, and smiled at the idea of making her feel immense pleasure with such a simple action. Ron had definitely not touched her like this. As he moved to take the other nipple into his mouth, he felt a small hand on his hip, searching for its way to the opening of his boxers. He raised his hips slightly and took a sharp breath as well when he felt the gentle warmth of her hand surrounding him.

Taking the hint that she wanted more than he was giving her, he reached down and slid his hand up her thigh to rest it at her center. He could feel the moistness through her lace on his hand. He pushed her panties to the side and gently rubbed the most sensitive part of her body. She quivered at his touch, and he could feel himself twitch in her hand.

"Take me Draco." She said with a moan.

He hesitated for a moment. "Are you completely sure Hermione?" he asked cautiously.

She stared at him for a moment, and after thinking it through she answered. "Yes." She replied as she slid his boxers off of him. He leaned up then and slid her thong down her slender legs and positioned himself at her opening. He looked her full on in the face and hesitated again when he saw the fear etched all over her face. He continued cautiously though the fear was still in her eyes. Slowly he slid himself into her. She was so tight that he was afraid he would hurt her more than necessary.

**Hermione's POV:**

Finally she was going to lose her virginity, and all of a sudden she felt this rush of feeling go through her. It felt similar to what she felt for Ron, but stronger. Realization struck her then, and so did a sharp, yet pleasing pain from her core. It was done, she wasn't a virgin anymore. And as the pain eased, it was replaced with pleasure. She raised her hips up off the couch. She couldn't control herself; she started meeting Draco stroke for stroke. And suddenly she felt something building in her lower abdomen. Then it exploded and she saw stars and heard a loud pleasure filled scream echo throughout the room.

When she opened her eyes and looked up into Draco's face, the words slipped from her mouth before she could think it through. "I love you Draco." He stopped for a moment and a smile spread across his face. "I love you too Hermione." She felt warmth spread from her core throughout her entire body when he said those few simple words and her heart fluttered. Wanting to please him the way he had done for her, she rolled him over so that she was on top of him. Slowly she began to rock on him. Even though she hadn't done this before, she felt confident that she was doing it right when he threw his head back and moaned loudly. She quickened her pace and rolled her hips against him until she felt that same explosion again in her abdomen, and then she felt the warmth of his seed spill into her. He grabbed her by the hips then and urged her to keep moving slowly. She rode it out until they were both completely sated.

Hermione collapsed on top of Draco then, both of them breathing heavily. When their breathing slowed, Draco spoke first. "We should go down to the Great Hall for lunch at least." He said as he ran his hand through her hair. She closed her eyes, basking in the sensation. "You're right, I suppose." She said with a giggle as she stood from the couch and grabbed her robe. She wrapped it around her body loosely and neatly tied it.

"I'm going to shower first though." She said as she headed for the stairs with the rest of her clothes in her arms.

"Alright. I'm just gonna clean up down here and get in after you. We should probably show up separately anyway." He said with a sad smile.

"Yeah, we probably should." She said without looking back at him before heading up the stairs. She went up stairs to the bathroom, still feeling high off her new experience. Draco was such a gentle and amazing lover. She just wanted to stay locked up in the common room all day making love to him. But she knew it would look bad if either of them never showed up to classes or Head duties.

A/N: So what do you think? Ten good reviews and this will not be a One Shot! No reviews and it will go to my One Shot collection. I am a returning author, and I am looking forward to posting a bunch of new stories and possibly revising the old! All reviews welcome, just looking for ten goodies for more chapters! Hope you enjoyed it!


	2. Understand

A/N: I own nothing but the plot and my crazy imagination!

So I didn't get the ten reviews that I was looking for, but I figured since the reviews that I did get all said that they loved them, I would continue on!

In saying that I would like to dedicate this chapter to:

_Vamp1res Suck_

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Thank you all for your wonderful reviews! Seeing that I do not run into another spout of writer's block, I plan to have another chapter up soon. Please be patient, if you really like the story, it will be well worth the wait, I promise.

**Draco's POV:**

He honestly didn't know what to think of Hermione's response as she walked away. Not wanting to dwindle on it, he got dressed and cleaned up their mess from breakfast and changed the music to something that would take his mind off of it as he washed the dishes himself. He let the music play quietly, though he was keeping up with it well singing it word for word. Just recently he had found a joy in muggle music and was taking to it rather quickly. As he sang along with one of his favorites by J.C Chasez (who had learned earlier belonged to something called a "boy band" that went by the name NSYNC), 'Blowin Me Up (With Her Love)', he was caught off guard when he felt a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. Thinking it was Hermione, Draco turned with a smile, prepared to kiss her goodbye. But instead he met a pair of black eyes set into a pug like face.

"Happy to see me Drakie?" she said in a high pitched squeal.

"Not really Pansy." He said with a sneer as he tried to pull away from her.

Reluctantly she let him go. "Why are you washing those? Shouldn't the House Elves be doing that?" she said with a look of repulsion on her face.

"It gives you a sense of accomplishment when you do it yourself." He said without looking at her, a smile spreading across his face. Hermione seemed to be rubbing off on him a bit.

He turned to look at Pansy to ask her how she had gotten in, but just beyond her he saw the most beautiful sight he was sure he'd ever see. Hermione was passing through the common room in a long white flowing sun dress with her hair pulled back into a loose braid that reached half way down her back. She looked up at him then and he knew right away what she was thinking. Her face contorted from blissful to outrage before she stormed off toward the door.

"Hermione! Wait!" he called after her. She spun on him just as she reached the portrait and he nearly ran into her.

"What?" she hissed at him.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked desperately.

"I wasn't good enough for you? You had to call Parkinson right over after we were finished? What were you going to do, tell her you fucked the mudblood as a joke so she would tell everyone and make a fool out of me?" she asked angrily, trying to prevent Pansy from overhearing her.

"No, I would never….." Draco started, but Hermione cut him off.

"Good-bye Malfoy. Thanks for ruining my life even more!" she said before stepping through the portrait with tears in her eyes, and stomping away.

Draco stood in the frame of the opening with his head hung low in defeat. She just thought it was a game. How could he possibly make her realize it was all real? Every bit of it? He felt defeated all of a sudden. He slammed the portrait closed and stomped toward Pansy.

"I want you to leave now. And don't come back, ever. Don't even think about coming back here or coming anywhere near me again." He said coldly and he stomped up the stairs to get his shower.

Draco walked into the bathroom with all of his things in his arms. The room still smelled of her, and it broke his heart to think that this would be the only way he would ever get to breath in the heavenly sent of her. As he stepped into the shower and let the hot water rush over his body, he felt like crying. But that wouldn't do. If he had learned anything from being a Malfoy, it was that men didn't cry, no matter how much they hurt.

_'Why am I such a fool? How could I possibly think that she would trust me or even love me at some point?'_ he thought to himself as he pulled himself together again. _'How could I think that she would believe that everything I said and did was real and true?'_

Draco stepped out of the shower then and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked over to the sink and grabbed the hand towel and wiped the mirror. He stared at himself for a few minutes and then sighed in defeat. "I'm gonna have to face her sooner or later." He said aloud to himself. So he dried his hair, and dried off his body and got dressed. He combed back his hair and left the bathroom. Draco headed down the stairs and went straight to the Great Hall. He paused and took a deep breath and then went in, and immediately he spotted her. It was almost like she had this bright light shinning down on her, making her stand out from everyone else. She looked back at him for a brief moment that seemed like forever. In that moment he could read every thought in her head right on her face. She would never talk to him again. So he made his way over to the Slytherin table and sat down between Crabe and Goyle.

**Hermione's POV:**

"Can you believe the nerve of that twit!" Hermione whispered to Ginny angrily.

"Come on now Hermione, did you even give him the chance to explain why she was there? Maybe he hadn't even known she was there." Ginny replied.

"Please," Hermione said with a huff, "he knew she was there. I just know he asked her to come there so he could make a fool out of me."

"Hermione, seriously. Have you seen the way he's been acting since he came in here? Why didn't you let him explain."

"Because I don't have time to listen to all his lies. I spent hours with him listening and feeling his lies all over me. It just makes me feel so dirty." She said with a shudder.

Ginny looked at her friend sadly. This wasn't the Hermione she knew. She knew that Hermione was deeply hurt by what she thought she saw in the common room, and that meant that Hermione felt deeper for the Slytherin boy than anyone would have ever thought. "You love him Hermione, and you're just afraid to admit it." she said as she stood from the table. "The boys and I have Qudditch practice. You coming to watch?" She asked, purposely not mentioning that the Slytherin's and Gryffindor's had come to an agreement to practice against eachother.

"Yeah I guess." Hermione said as she stood from the table and walked beside Ginny, trailing Harry and Ron. She didn't comment on Ginny's statement about being in love, because she knew quiet well what she was feeling, and it was no where near love. What she felt right now was pure anger and betrayal. Just when she thought she could let her guard down and trust that filthy bastard, she was torn down and reminded otherwise.

Hermione tried her best to push away the thoughts plaguing her as they came upon the Quidditch pitch. "Maybe you should take up Quidditch Hermione. It's a great stress reliever." Ginny said with a small smile before walking into the girls locker room, leaving Hermione outside the pitch alone for the moment. If she hadn't been so scared of heights she would take up the brutal just for stress relief, but that wasn't going to happen in this lifetime or the next. Hermione shook her head and turned to go up the stairs to the bleachers so that she could sit and watch her friends practically beat eachother to death. But she was halted by the noise of multiple sets of feet walking up behind her. She turned quickly.

Coming toward the pitch was the Slytherin Quidditch team. _'Oh joy.'_ she thought to herself sarcastically as she looked upon them. "The pitch in occupied. Sorry." she said to the young man leading the team. She couldn't quite place his face, let alone put a name to it.

"Well if it isn't Gryffindor's Princess." the young man said in a teasing manner. "We've worked it out with the Gryffindor team already, so don't getting you knicker's in a bunch now." He said as he walked past her into the Slytherin boy's locker room followed by many of his team mates of the same sex, the girls going into their respective locker room. Just as she turned to walk up the stairs again, seething in anger, she caught a glimpse of blonde from the corner of her eye and stopped for a moment, turning to face the source of her distraction. Before she could say a word, he was speaking.

"Hermione, can we please talk? You don't understand what happened." he practically begged her.

"I'm done talking with you Malfoy. I don't want to listen to your lies that you've had the morning to perfect." She retorted.

"I wouldn't have had the time to do any such thing if you had just stopped and listened to me earlier when I tried to explain." he bit back harshly.

"I'm done here Malfoy." She said, turning away before she decided to hex him.

All to quickly there was a warm hand wrapped around her upper arm and she was spun around. Before she even had time to react, there were hot lips covering her own. She tried with all her might to push him away from her, but she was failing. In the instant that she felt him loosen up, she took that opportunity to push him away harshly.

"Don't you ever, EVER do that again!" she hissed at him venomously before turning to walk away for good.

**Draco's POV:**

He saw her before the team ever got near her. When she did spot the team, he guessed from her reaction that Weaselette hadn't told her about the little arrangement that had been made between the two teams.

_"The pitch in occupied. Sorry." she said._

_ "Well if it isn't Gryffindor's Princess." the young man said in a teasing manner. "We've worked it out with the Gryffindor team already, so don't getting you knicker's in a bunch now." _ Draco's team captain said teasingly.

As the team dispersed into their locker room's, Draco decided to stay behind and try to talk to her. It hadn't gone over as he had thought it would, or at least as he had hoped it would. She was just being so difficult, and his anger got the best of him then. He grabbed her, spinning her around to face him. He knew if he gave her the chance she would fight back, so he just kissed her. Sure it wasn't the kind of kiss he had been longing for since she had walked away to shower early that morning, but it was a kiss with her none the less, and she was putting up one hell of a fight. He loosened his grip a little when she seemed to calm down a bit. He realized right away that was a big mistake.

_"Don't you ever, EVER do that again!" she hissed at him venomously before turning to walk away for good._

Draco watched her disappearing form angerily. He wanted so badly to make her understand that he was almost inclined to do something rash. But he gritted his teeth and sauntered off to the boy's locker room and prepared for pactice. Good thing the sport was brutal enough to relieve his stress and anger, otherwise he might explode. But what he hadn't accounted for was just how distracting Hermione would be, just simply sitting in the stands watching.

A/N: Sooo? I hope you enjoyed it, I had a long spout of writer's block, otherwise this would have been up way earlier. Please R&R! And any idea's for future chapters are welcome, and any idea's used will be credited to the person who came up with it! Thanks everyone for being so patient with me and not giving up on me!

~*~ Niomi ~*~


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